My Michelin-Man Middle.

@postaday 251; #postaday2011.

Monday mornings are all about the review of our personal scores on the weekend-warrior fitness front.

What’s come over me? In the last few weeks I’ve completed a mile-long ocean swim, a duathlon, and I’m now looking at my third full century bicycle ride before the end of September. My husband is already looking ahead for me, generous guy that he is — strategizing ways I can work “running” into my routine. I’m not so sure that if I do run it will ever qualify as actual running. I’m hiding behind a scar, and I don’t want to injure myself again.

Yesterday I competed in the swim-spin segment of the Na Wahine Festival. Honestly, what a fun event. All women, Waikiki, Diamond Head, Kahala, party at Kapiolani Park Bandstand, big waves, lots of aloha, lots of love, and lots of spouses, partners, little kids and grands milling about enjoying the atmosphere. What does it mean? Personally, there are women who want to push themselves as far as they can. But within a community, we want to recognize each other as athletes, warriors, mothers, career women, and young ladies who radiate the glow only the pursuit of health and fitness delivers.

John woke up with me at 4 a.m. to get me to the park early enough to find great parking and for me to straighten out my bib number problem. By the time I got my third number assignment, I was good to go. I set up my transition area with my bike and all my gear, and we headed over to the beach for the pep talk and Star Bangled Banner. It was 9/11/11 and we felt blessed to have that day for our festival. It made being alive that much more significant. I thought of those people who die too young, whether brought down by disease or an attack. Why wouldn’t I do my best with this body of mine to honor the gift of life?

The Michelin-Man Middle HAS GOT TO GO! Photo by Rodney Ogata, aka @Rodney_o.

The day is over and I’ve reviewed John’s photos. I have a long way to go. I sure wish I looked better. I’m tired of being a before, so I know what I want to do. I’m thinking Photoshop could get rid of my Michelin Man middle, but weight loss isn’t that easy.

I think that must be the way it is with people who achieve their goals. They keep looking for more. It’s an addiction to adrenalin and achievements, it’s an ambition to be an example to my daughters and my friends. It’s nice that I’ve got a husband who is on the same page. I know I’m lucky.

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Learners Coordinator and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

2 thoughts on “My Michelin-Man Middle.”

  1. i am busting-my-buttons proud of your accomplishment. you did exactly what i was hoping you’d do … you kicked your own butt in training, and you went out and had fun. take the rest of the day off. if you need a support crew for next year’s na wahine, or another event between now and then, i’m there. the anticipation of and the training for and the doing of these things can sure take a lot out of a person, but in the end, it sure does feel great, doesn’t it? wooo-hoooo! i think i need to find a cowbell … or maybe a vuvuzela … yeah, that’s the ticket.

  2. Sorry but those darn cars got in the way for a better shot. Next time I will wear my mankini and chase you up the street with my camera yelling allez allez allez. All kidding aside you did a great job!

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